Monarch of Evernight

The elder's heart is filled with knowledge that this greedy, ugly old woman is capable of being famous, not delusional, but the dark force in the depths of the sea, at least at the Marquis level. Coupled with many strange and unpredictable insidious secrets, this old lady would never want to meet that kind of enemy.

The blood color in the stone basin quickly faded, a basin of animal blood turned into fresh water, the water surface was smooth as a mirror, as the heavenly eye drank loudly, the surface waves flowed, it actually mirrored.

In the mirror, a thousand nights and night eyes are opposite, what is being said.

“Are they?” The tone of the elders is clearly questionable. In his view, these two young people were a little too young, even a people characterized by short-lived and fast-growing lives. At this age, it's incredible to want to kill Gary, who is also a werewolf genius, and Gillette, an experienced elder with the entire guard.

In his mind, there was only one possibility that the two were actually descendants of blood or demons who maintained their appearance as youth, possibly centuries old in real age.

Heavenly Eye was also a little stuck, saying, "Wait a minute, this is a strange result. I can feel them, they're very young. That vibrant breath wouldn't even show up on those old guys. ”

At this point, Thousand Nights and Night Eyes in the mirror seemed to sense something, and the corrugations began to appear on the body, and the images were quickly blurred.

The heavenly eye immediately recited a short, sharp spell, reaching out a finger and ejecting several drops of nearly black blood from his fingertips into the basin. Black blood enters the water, instantly disappears, and the original blurred image is again clear.

The elder was a little nervous and afraid to disturb the eyes of the sky, only to watch.

When I saw the image, I was relieved and said, "It doesn't matter, the blood strength of these two little guys is very weak, not much stronger than the average person. If the blood you gave me to the Wolf King was real, I really doubt they had anything to do with Gary's death. They're too weak. They're too weak. ”

“Perhaps they used a secret method that could conceal power," the Elder said. Master, why don't you look at their race again? ”

Heavenly eyes nodded and a beastly roar appeared painful. Her eyes closed, her forehead skin torn, her blood drained, a strange eye appeared in the flesh, constantly spinning, sweeping the outside world.

Heavenly Eye made an awesome call, reaching forward with his hands, pointing to the basin, and a few drops of black blood shot out of his fingertips and fell into the basin.

The eye was drawn to black blood and his gaze fell on the mirror. It suddenly swelled in a circle, emitting a hidden dark ripple from the pupil, penetrating the mirror and disappearing at the other end of time and space.

This is the Eye of Heaven she became famous for.

Looking at that swollen and shrinking eye, even though there were many elders of werewolves who had killed blood and strange things, a layer of chills could not help themselves.

At this moment in the courtyard, the night eyes and the thousand nights are looking around, and they all feel like something is looking at them. This invisible sight is cold, cloudy and evil, falling on you like a snake crawling over your skin, unspeakable nausea and distress.

At this moment of feeling and body, they both initiate a blood lurking, converging their breath to interfere with each other's judgment. When blood lurking activated, a short moment got rid of that feeling, but not long later, the invisible cold gaze became stronger and continued to focus on the eyes of the thousand nights and nights.

Now they all know it's wrong.

Night pupils are bloody in both eyes, while deep in the thousand night pupils are fluctuating blue, both carrying pupil surgery, sweeping around to find out the source of the hidden sight.

They looked up almost simultaneously at the sky above their heads. Not far above, sometime a dark hue congealed up, appearing invisible and impure, like a clumped open ink.

Though they all have real vision, the blood in her eyes is still slightly less than a thousand nights. In her vision, that dark group hid something spherical, hidden feeling like an eyeball. And in the thousands of night eyes, you see an evil vision of the eye, floating in the sky, looking at yourself and the night eyes.

Its eyes were real, a wave swept through the body of a thousand nights and night eyes, constantly trying to drill into the bodies of two people and spy on secrets.

Sweeping this look on your body is more painful than just being licked by a lizard.

Night vision was a little overwhelmed, grabbing the shadow of the hymn was a shot, but the force bounced through the eyeball fiction and into the sky, with no effect on the eyeball at all.

Seeing the night eye shot ineffective, he also dropped the force gun in his hand for a thousand nights. He suddenly remembered how to deal with this kind of weird life in the knowledge of the blood stream.

Thousands of nights without false thoughts, pull out the peanuts, the back of the light wings stretch, a dark golden light directly into the air eyes! In the light, a feather is hidden.

The original gun was used without hesitation at night to confront this strange enemy, who had not appeared. As a work that even the Black Winged King could not finally complete, the original gun had all kinds of incredible divinity, including crossing voids and retroactive bodies.

Feathers go through the eyeball as well, but it disappears into the void, and the eyeball instantly swells several times larger, revealing a clear look of extreme fear!

The void sounded a great long, blistering eyeball and disappeared. Once again, the skies over the courtyard became clear, as if nothing had happened.

Deep in the swamp, the sky's eyes screamed, a dark golden feather shot out of the mirror, nailed to the mysterious eyeball on her forehead!

The eyeballs swelled rapidly, struggled desperately, tore flesh and blood, but in front of the original gun, it still could not escape its destiny, exploded with a bang, and the blood splashed all over the house.

The heavenly eye screamed and fell upon the sky. She had an extra bloody hole in her forehead, which was startling.

The elder was terrified and very small. After a moment, the eyes did not move, which led him to pass cautiously. The heavenly eye fell to the ground and the breath quickly weakened, degrading from the Marquis until the Count barely stabilized. Not only did she have injuries to her forehead, but her closed eyes also bled out, mostly without protection.

The heavenly eye is extremely traumatized and unconscious. Although the elder had been a tribal witch doctor, there was nothing he could do in the face of such injuries. He could only hope that Heavenly Eye's vitality would be strong and he would recover himself.

Heavenly Eye has found a clue, so her life and death do not matter in the eyes of the elders.

The Elder's staff sprayed a black sand from its head, turning it into a dark mist in the air, outlining the images of the night eyes and the thousand nights. And pointing out that the blood of the two people seemed special, most likely with the support of the strong behind the scenes, as a result of unknown means of traumatizing the Master of Sky Eyes and destroying her.

When the fog dispersed, in the ancient Battle Castle of Totem, a pond created a mirror that presented the message of the elders in its entirety. The werewolf waiter standing by immediately recorded the information and presented it to the Wolf King.

It is the secret of the ancient tribe of the werewolves to convey the message instantly, as long as it is within a continent. However, this clandestine limitation is also enormous, even if it is costly to maintain the pond. The key is that the practice of clandestine law is extremely difficult and does little to help the fighting forces after it has been done at great cost, so that there are fewer and fewer practitioners over the years. Until now, only the elders of the entire tribe possess this secret.

At this moment, the Wolf King sat on the throne, looking at the message presented by his men, his eyes stayed on the line 'real age, unknown identity, race’ for a long time before passing the paper to the left and right.

"What do you think?" said the Wolf King. ”

A long, furry, dark grey werewolf general said: "Now that you are two young men, someone else must have shot Master Sky Eye. That man was most likely the demon who killed Gary and Elder Gillette and took the scepter of Resurrection. In my opinion, most of them have not escaped by now, and the hiding place should be right behind the Black Forest! ”

"From my findings that day, I'm afraid there's a native race involved. What if these two are really demons behind them, to be related to the native race again? Demons and native races have always been great enemies of life and death. ”

The Werewolf Admiral was unhappy: "Guess what. Why don't we just go through the Black Forest and see? Chicken as a rat! ”

By this sarcasm, the blood draped down and stopped talking.

Another elder werewolf said, "We do have a lot of difficulties going through the Black Forest. But you don't have to cross the Black Forest to force them to show up. ”

The Wolf King's eyes lit up and said, "How do we do this? ”

"It's simple," said Elder Werewolf. As long as the Great Sheikh is rewarded, there will be people all over the East Sea looking for trouble for those two little guys. Whoever's behind them, I'm afraid, will have to come out. As for black forests, there are so many ethnically neutral areas that there are not a few who can easily cross them. ”

“Well, there's a reward, 300,000 gold coins per person alive, 100,000 dead, 5,000 in the press.” The Wolf King is a grand and rude man.

But the elder werewolf said, “That's not enough. ”

“Not enough?” Wolf King frowned. If it weren't for the fact that things had spread, and the need to look at his face, and to know exactly what his opponent was planning behind the scenes, he wouldn't be willing to take out so many rewards at all. Or that sentence, Gary was dead, and no matter how valuable he was, the moment he died, it all went to zero. What really matters now is the face and majesty of the Wolf King.

The werewolf elder did not seem to see the Wolf King's dissatisfaction and looked at himself: “Great Sheikh, you still lack a general, there are several other areas that are empty and unmanaged, why don't you take one out and use it as a reward? ”

As soon as it was said, the werewolves in the totem hall raised their heads, even the bloody beard.

Wolf King was unexpected, but when he saw the general, he fell back into contemplation. A moment later, he clapped his armrest and drank: "Okay! Just one more general! ”

Between moments, the discourse in the lobby calmed down, like death-like silence. In silence, a dark stream of rolling lava flourishes.